Never put off till tomorrow, or the next day, or the next ...

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Just in case the reader of this blog fears that I may have slunk off with no intention of blogging again, I can put you out of your misery in this respect and let you know that I am still 'here' and relatively alert.
I have been resting my body and mind recently - allegedly.My body doesn't seem to be responding much to the resting mind you, as the same old aches and pains are around whether physically at rest or not.
I have known for a long time that my mind isn't too keen on resting of course. I don't seem to have been born with the ability to relax, though I am quite  adept at explaining the many techniques to others who don't have a problem with carrying them out. It could be an age thing but like I say, I've always been the same, so I think it's more to do with personality or, I hesitate to say, laziness.

 I have written many times about procrastination and know that writers and artists are renowned for it. But as time goes by I am more of the thinking that it's a condition rather than an illness and the only way to stop it happening is by self control, in varying degrees. If I really want to do something, there's no one who can make it happen but me. Conversely, if I am putting off doing something, it's not due to any one or any thing else.

So, with these profound thoughts itching to get out of my head and onto paper / keyboard I would like to welcome myself back from my "Summer Break".
I have plenty to write about, if only I can be bothered to do it.


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Patsy said…
Procrastination is one of my strong points!
6 September 2012 at 12:42
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